Page 4 of Accidentally Abducted
I always avoided the directors unless I had to. I did my job and left, because they mostly saw me as an inconvenience. Barely a step above a drone worker.
The director continued to rattle off instructions.
Greta sighed and stood, shoving her half-empty water bottle into my hands. "Stand by," She said to me. "If he wants me to do anything besides speak lines, you're going in for me."
My fist clenched around the bottle. "Sure," I hissed.
I watched her trot off with a bunch of other actors. As soon as she was out of sight I collapsed down onto her folding chair and stretched my legs. My feet were killing me. I drummed my fingernails against the water bottle.
A few minutes later, a rather large man in a blue suit came running towards the set. Sweat was dripping from his forehead and his bald head glistened in the sun. It was Greta's agent.
I jumped to my feet, wanting to make sure he didn't catch me in Greta's seat.
"Lola," He panted. "Shit, I thought you were Greta."
"That's why you hired me," I said with a dash of sarcasm.
"Never mind, I need Greta," The agent said. He could have at least laughed at the joke.
Was his name Joe or John? Honestly, I didn't remember. He never spoke to me directly unless he thought I was his precious Greta. I swear, sometimes they thought I was a robot double.
"She's filming," I said.
Greta appeared a moment later, fanning her face. A drone trailed behind her, filming her walk back to the tents.
"That's a wrap everyone!" I heard the director shout.
"Greta!" The agent cried out and scurried towards her.
"Jim!" Greta cried back, pretending to kiss his cheek.
Jim? Whoa, I was way off. I should have paid better attention to his name.
Greta smiled at him while he spoke. Her fake expression was disgusting, but it wasn't anything new in Hollywood. Then her eyes went wide, and she started screaming.
Everyone milled around her. At first, I thought there was some emergency, but everyone started clapping. She was crying this much over something happy?
I pushed my way through the stagehands to get a better look.
"This is your big break, Greta!" The agent said.
Greta was bawling, fanning her face as mascara streaked down her cheeks.
Her big break?
"I got it," She sobbed. "The new James Bond girl. You're looking at the new James Bond girl!" She squealed.
My heart dropped. I didn't know she was auditioning for roles like that. She was a B-lister. It really was her big break. But ... James Bond movies meant she'd have a lot more stunts. Excitement rushed through my pounding heart. Maybe it was our big break.
I didn't get to speak to Greta until everyone finally dissipated.
"Congratulations," I said. My hands were trembling. This was my chance to be a stunt double in a Bond movie!
Greta looked at me as if she hadn't noticed I was there, which she probably hadn't. "Oh, right, Lola," She said.
My smile faltered. I didn't like her tone.
"We won't be needing your services anymore," Her agent said, stepping between us. "This movie has all the stunt doubles custom built. No humans are allowed on the dangerous parts of the set."
